by Sean Michael
She laughed. “Just sit, honey, and get your phone out. You don’t have to worry about seeing my naked flesh, except for a bit of my belly, and yes, we are totally going to hear the heartbeat.”
“I don’t mind your belly. I’m just…. This is really happening, right?” Kent was beside himself.
“It is.” She patted her belly. “I know you’re going to be anyway, but you don’t need to be nervous. You’re going to be a wonderful father, Kent.”
“I hope so. I really do. I’m sacrificing a lot on the hope that I don’t suck at it.”
She frowned at him, but before she could say anything, the doctor came in.
“Good morning! How are we feeling today?”
Kent looked at Elizabeth, who cracked up. “Well, I don’t know about you two gentlemen, but I have to pee like a racehorse.”
“Perfect!” The doctor—a young man with a warm smile and kinky-curly red hair—beamed. “That makes the ultrasound easier. I know you must be excited, sir.”
“Kent. Hey.”
“So let’s get started. We try to keep the bed at a good height, but let me know if you need any help getting on it or lying back.”
Kent helped Elizabeth get down onto the bed and kissed her cheek. “Thank you. I’ve said that, right?” This was the most perfect gift, and he could never repay her or thank her enough.
“Over and over. I know how much you want this and how grateful you are—that’s why I’m doing it.” She took his hand again, holding on tight.
The doctor splurted goo on Elizabeth’s belly, then started pushing what looked like a remote against her belly. Kent heard a soft whooshing, a fast rhythmic sound that was all muffled and weird.
“Is that the heartbeat? Is it normal?” Kent asked.
The doctor shook his head. “No, no, everything is fine—you don’t need to worry about that. But that’s not just a heartbeat. There are more than one.”
“What?” He and Liz spoke together, both of them staring at the doctor.
“Let’s see if we can get a better view.” The doctor moved the wand around on Elizabeth’s belly. “There they are.”
Pointing at the monitor, he showed them three distinct little… peanuts. “One, two, three. You’re having triplets.”
The world went sparkly, and Kent swayed, the air suddenly sucked out of the room. Triplets, he thought as he hit the floor. Triplets.
“Kent. Kent, come on. Don’t make them call the ambulance.” Elizabeth’s voice sounded like it came from far away.
“Ambulance. No. No, I….” He blinked slowly. “I’m on the floor.”
“You’ve had a bit of a shock.” The nice young doctor helped him up into a chair, encouraging him to put his head between his knees.
“Are you okay?” Elizabeth asked, sounding worried.
“Yeah. Yeah. I…. Three? There are three? Is Liz going to be okay? Is there room in there?” He would never forgive himself if something happened to her. She had children of her own to raise and a husband who adored her.
“It certainly makes this a higher risk pregnancy, but Elizabeth is healthy, and we know, so we’ll be monitoring her more closely. There’s no reason to believe this won’t be a perfectly normal pregnancy.”
Elizabeth grinned at him. “Look at you—overachiever.”
“Three.” Three. Three babies. Oh God. He needed to call his mom. “Do… can you tell if they’re girls or boys?”
“Not yet, but we will before too long.”
“Can I see again? I mean, did you save the pictures? I was”—hysterical. In shock—“passed out.”
Elizabeth laughed softly for him, and the doctor nodded. “We still have plenty of time. You can get back up on the table.”
“I’m sorry,” Kent apologized. “I just…. Three.” Could he manage triplets? Could he do this?
“You need some time to adjust to the idea, honey. So it’s a good thing you’ve got it, hmm?” Elizabeth said.
“Yeah. Yeah. I… I can do this.” He wasn’t going to wig Elizabeth out any more than he already had.
Smiling, she squeezed his hand. “Let’s have a proper look at your babies.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can’t wait.” And it was the truth. He was scared to death, but still, those babies were his daughters, his sons, his family.
“Good,” she said firmly.
“Very good,” the doctor added. “Okay, here we go.”
Three babies. God, send him help.
Chapter Thirteen
DEX HOPED that Kent didn’t mind that he was showing up so early, but he wanted to spend some time with his lover, just the two of them, before the big family celebration at Kent’s parents’ place.
Grinning, he knocked sharply on Kent’s door. When it opened, Kent looked exhausted, worn, like he hadn’t slept.
“Whoa, sweet. Are you sick?” Dex went in, not waiting for the invite.
“Just stressed.”
He pressed their mouths together, stealing a slow, easy kiss. “I’m sorry—what are you stressed about?”
“If I tell you, it’ll ruin our Christmas, and I don’t want that,” Kent said.
“I’m not going to be able to just sit back and pretend you don’t look exhausted and aren’t stressed, love.” Dex was beginning to really worry.
“There’s three of them.”
“Three of what, Kent? Is someone harassing you?” He wasn’t going to let that happen.
“Babies. Three. She’s having three babies, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Three babies….” Dex cleared his throat. “Do you need to sit? Come sit.” He needed to sit.
“’Kay. Yeah. Please.”
Dex sat and grabbed onto Kent’s hands, holding them tight. “So this lady who’s having your baby is having… triplets?”
“Yeah. I passed out when they told me, right in front of the doctor.”
“I bet.” Three babies. Dex couldn’t figure out why Kent would want one, three was… holy crap. “Are you going to make them keep two?”
“No. No, that’s not how it works. Elizabeth and her husband have four already and… they’re my babies.” Kent touched his hand. “I heard their hearts beat.”
“You can do that?” Who knew?
“You want to hear? I recorded it on my phone.”
“I… okay. Yes.”
This was Kent’s thing, and just because it wasn’t his didn’t mean Dex couldn’t be supportive.
“You don’t have to. It’s okay. I understand.” Kent kissed his cheek and leaned. “You looking forward to tonight?”
“No, sweet. I want to. And I’m here if you need to talk about stuff. I make a good sounding board.”
“My parents are excited. I told them to keep it low key, but….” Kent wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Oh, sweet. Don’t play it down because of me. I can be happy for you.” He wasn’t an asshole. He wasn’t. “Now let me hear these heartbeats.”
“You’re sure, honey?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
Kent pulled out his phone. “I feel like I’m already boring you with stuff you don’t care about.” Still, Kent played the sound, this odd rushing noise that he wanted to find the rhythm of.
He frowned. “I’m supposed to be hearing heartbeats?” Maybe they hadn’t started yet.
“There are three different whooshes. Three different babies.”
“The whooshes are the heartbeats?” He listened, finding three different patterns. “When are they coming again?”
“Beginning of June. I can’t decide if that’s forever or no time at all.”
“You can already hear the heartbeats, and they aren’t coming until summer? That’s pretty amazing.” It was. Dex hadn’t known that was even possible.
“I know. I know, it’s like a miracle of biology.”
“That’s really cool, Kent. Honestly.” He thought it was more of a miracle of technology that they could hear tiny baby heartbeats, but at least he thought i
t was cool, right?
“Thanks.” Kent turned it off and put his phone away.
“So you were stressed because of what you thought I’d say?” He didn’t want to be that guy, the one who Kent didn’t think he could talk to.
“I have lots of reasons to be stressed. No worries, though. It’s a holiday.”
“I don’t want to be a stressor for you, Kent. I’m honestly happy for you, and I’m your friend. Your love.” And he was happy for Kent, though clearly he needed to do a better job of showing that.
“You’re not a stressor. You’re a joy.”
“Oh good.” Smiling, Dex leaned in and took a kiss.
Kent kissed him back, one hand on his thigh.
“You don’t mind that I came early, do you?” he asked.
“Not at all, although I am going to need a shower before we go.”
“Oh, I like sharing showers with you,” he said. “Am I being too pushy?”
Kent grinned. “I’ll tell you if you are, I promise.”
“Oh good.” He smiled right back, then had to lean in and trace Kent’s smile.
Kent kissed his fingertips, the caress gentle as hell. Groaning, he pushed closer, climbing into Kent’s lap.
Kent chuckled, hands wrapped around his hips. “Hey there.”
“Hey, sweet. I’ve been thinking about you hard.” He rolled against Kent, showing him just what part of him was hard.
“Horny little devil. Come here and kiss me.”
“Guilty as charged! It’s your fault, though.”
He pulled Kent’s lower lip between his and sucked on it. Kent’s thumbs traced the length of his cock. Groaning, he sucked harder, wrapping his fingers around Kent’s shoulders. Kent moaned, eyes rolling back in his head.
Dex loved how responsive Kent was. It always made him feel like a stud. It made him feel like a king.
He rolled his hips, sliding his cock along Kent’s hands.
“Wanton man.” Kent grinned at him, rubbed their noses together.
“Is that like a special at the Chinese delivery? Send me a number one special—wanton man.”
“Oh! Oh, I like it!” For the first time today, Kent really laughed, right out loud.
Laughing with Kent, Dex took a kiss. Right there, that was his Kent, the happy kisses more like the man he was in love with. They had months to worry about things like babies and such. Months. He wasn’t going to ruin what they had.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss, laughter turning into need. He wanted all Kent’s focus.
Cupping Kent’s face, he stroked Kent’s jaw and cheeks, his temples. His hips rolled almost of their own volition, rubbing their cocks together. He’d never wanted someone so intensely, so badly. It didn’t matter how often they made love, he always wanted more. Loving Kent, being with him, that was pure magic.
He slid his hands down along Kent’s front, then tugged Kent’s shirt out of his jeans. He needed to feed Kent; someone was not eating right and was far too skinny all of a sudden. After this they’d go out for Christmas Eve brunch.
He tickled at Kent’s belly, then slowly moved Kent’s shirt up. Kent made a sweet, soft noise, belly drawing up tight. He stroked it a few times, then pushed the shirt up more so he could reach Kent’s little nipples. Kent leaned back against the sofa, giving him more access. Moving in, he wrapped his lips around Kent’s left nipple, sucking vigorously. Kent really did taste sweet, and he loved the flavor under his tongue.
“Oh please.” Kent’s toes curled, a soft cry sounding.
Dex rubbed the other nipple beneath his thumb. Kent gasped, and his lover bucked underneath him. Their cocks bumped together hard, and Dex swore he could feel his zipper biting into his cock. Kent’s hands were wrapped around his hips, thumbs rubbing in circles.
“We need more naked,” he pointed out before going back to sucking on Kent’s little tit.
“’Kay. Okay.” Kent’s fingers didn’t move, though, wrapped tightly around him.
Dex wasn’t willing to let go of his prize, so he started working on their buttons and zippers one-handed.
“Love your mouth,” Kent told him.
“And it loves you, sweet.” He bit, just quickly, then went back to sucking.
“Aches, honey. More.”
Dex could do more. He bit again, rolling the little nip between his teeth as he finally managed to get both their zippers down.
“Oh damn.” Kent grabbed his shirt, tugged it up and off.
Standing, Dex tugged his pants down before grabbing the waistband of Kent’s and pulling them past Kent’s hips. Kent wiggled and kicked and got naked. Excellent.
He climbed back up onto Kent, moving in to kiss Kent with all he was. Kent groaned, sucked on his tongue. That pretty cock was snugged tight against his. Kent’s legs were hot against his ass, the hairs scratching him just right.
“Want to ride you,” he told Kent when he broke long enough to catch his breath again.
“Fuck yes. Please. Need to be inside you.”
Putting a hand on Kent’s shoulder to keep his balance, Dex leaned back, finding the lube that was on the corner of the coffee table from where they’d left it last time they’d fooled around on Kent’s couch.
“You going to get yourself ready? Let me watch?” Kent asked.
Oh damn. Dex nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.”
He grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket and handed it over. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to have enough brain to deal with it once they were ready to use it. Kent slipped it on, easing the rubber over his cock while never looking away from him.
He licked his lips; he knew exactly how Kent’s cock felt sliding inside him, and he couldn’t wait.
Groaning, he managed to get his fingers slick. Then, going up onto his knees as he straddled Kent’s lap, he reached around to press his fingers against his hole.
“Pretty.” Kent stroked himself, nice and easy, steady.
“Wanna make you need.” Dex stumbled over the last word as he pushed a finger into his hole.
Kent’s eyes bored into him, making him feel ten thousand feet tall. He worked a second finger in with the first and began moving, riding up and down, feeling like a beautiful slut. Kent’s free hand wrapped around his cock, revving him.
“Damn….” Dex pushed a third finger inside, moving quickly now, eager to feel Kent’s cock where his fingers were.
“Look at you. God. Hurry, love. Want you.” Kent’s voice was thick.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He tugged his fingers out so quickly, it almost hurt.
“Come on. Need.”
He felt it too, and he grabbed Kent’s cock, pushing it back to line up with his hole, and Kent wrapped his hands around Dex’s hips. Taking a breath, he let it out as he began to lower himself, that thick meat spreading him open. He rolled up, eyes wide, a desperation filling him.
“Kent. Oh fuck. Kent.” He began riding hard, body moving up and down. Kent helped, adding his strength to Dex’s. He shifted just a little, and Kent’s cock slammed right into his gland. “Yes! Fuck!” It was just perfect.
Kent nodded, swallowing hard, head up.
“Love you,” he managed, bouncing on Kent like he was the best carnival ride ever.
Kent managed to slam up, again and again, meeting his thrusts. He grabbed hold of Kent’s shoulders, clinging as they kept coming together hard.
“Close. Fuck, you’re tight.” And Kent’s voice said he needed so badly.
Dex worked faster, coming down harder, his whole body going even tighter. Kent braced himself, hips jabbing into him.
“Touch me. Please.” Dex wanted it desperately.
Kent nodded, right hand wrapping around his cock immediately, gripping him.
“Oh damn.” He jerked and rode harder, driving his cock through Kent’s fingers.
Kent wasn’t even talking, just stroking him, humping up into him.
“Close,” he warned. He wanted Kent to be right there with him.
“
Uh-huh. Come on,” Kent told him.
Nodding, Dex slammed down harder, Kent’s cock bashing at his gland and making him shout. He came hard, spunk fountaining up over Kent’s hand.
Kent’s face went lax, the look utterly lost. Panting harshly, he reached and touched Kent’s cheek, fingers gentle.
“Damn.” Kent’s head fell back, rolled on his shoulders.
“Yeah. That was pretty special.” Groaning as Kent’s cock shifted inside him, Dex leaned forward to lick Kent’s neck.
“Oh, honey.” Kent swallowed hard, throat working under his tongue.
Dex swore he felt Kent’s cock twitch inside him.
“It just keeps getting better and better,” he said.
“I know. I know. I don’t know how to…. Kiss me again?”
He did, filling Kent’s mouth with his tongue so there was no room for words. He knew that Kent was worried, and he didn’t know how to make it better. So he just loved on the man as best he could.
Chapter Fourteen
“SON! COME in!” Dad must have been standing at the window waiting for them to pull up. “You’re late.”
“You know me.” Kent kissed his dad’s cheek. “Dad, this is Dex. Dex, Brian, my dad.” Kent really just wanted this over so that he didn’t have to think about it anymore.
Dex shook his father’s hand. “Merry Christmas.”
“Happy Christmas. Come in, meet everyone.”
Dex gave Kent a nervous smile and followed his dad into the family room where the big tree was, the whole place decorated. His aunt was there, his sister and husband and kids. Everyone came up, greeting Dex, using their best manners.
Dex shook everyone’s hand, seeming to take it in stride. “You’ve certainly got a big family.”
“Not too big, huh? A sister.”
“And an aunt, nieces.” Dex chuckled. “I’ve got a mom, and that’s it, yeah?”
“I guess. You want to meet Mom?”
Mom was the one voted most likely to talk about the babies, but Kent knew he couldn’t keep her and Dex apart.
“Yep. I do. Moms I know.” Dex winked, clearly trying to relax.
“Yeah.” Kent headed into the kitchen where Mom was stirring hot chocolate.
